The Coffin Shop in the Mountain Village

One day when I was in high school, my father received a letter. It was from our hometown, saying that the village chief's son was getting married and inviting us back for the wedding feast.

When I returned to my hometown with my father, what should have been a joyous occasion turned into a funeral.

As one strange event followed another, I took up my father's trade, learning to make coffins and becoming a true craftsman.